I’m always wanting to know – what is that? I found this little beauty flitting around my flower beds. Because it graced me with a view with it’s wings wide open for a second, I’ve determined that it is not a Cabbage Butterfly, but a Margined White Butterfly. A Cabbage Butterfly has black spots on it’s wings. I could be wrong, but does it matter? No. I’m enchanted by the delicate veins, the glowing tips on its antennae, it’s buggy little eyes and the fuzzy, soft edges on it’s wings. Thank you little creature for visiting my home.
What matters is what something is, not what it is called.